“What do you mean?” I asked. “What is it you want?”
“Well, Lily, my first choice is to have you as my wife. But since you keep being so stubborn about that, I’ll have to go with my second option.”
I could only guess what he had in mind. My heart pounded as I imagined what he meant and I felt my heartbeat skyrocket. As blood pounded through my ears, my vision began to narrow and my ears began to ring. I remembered learning in my self-defense class that if my heart rate kept increasing, I would soon lose my fine motor control. My gross motor control would go next and I would be rendered helpless, not able to do anything but swing my arms uselessly from side to side. To keep that from happening, I needed to take a deep breath. I tried to, but Trevor’s arm was wrapped so tightly around me that I couldn’t fill my lungs. I did the best I could and I felt marginally better.
Greta had come into the room while this was going on and seemed unsure what to do. She couldn’t get to Trevor as long as I was pressed up against him and Natalie was in his arms, so she stayed in place, watching.
Trevor apparently noticed her watching him. “You need to put that dog outside, Lily.”
I hoped that would give me the opening I needed to somehow get my baby back. “Okay, but you’ll have to let go of me.”
His grip slackened, but he still held on. “I’m not going to let go. I’ll just walk with you.”
I took a step toward the back door, forcing air into my lungs at the same time.
He spoke into my ear. “Remember who’s holding the baby.”
My face paled and I stopped walking, then turned toward him as much as I could with his iron grip on my arm. “Please don’t hurt her.” I barely managed to speak as fear choked me.
“I would never hurt her.”
I didn’t understand what he had meant and wanted to ask him, but he pulled on my arm.
“Just get that dog outside,” he demanded.
I took small steps toward the back door and Greta followed.
“Put that plastic thing in the dog door.”
I did as instructed.
“Now open the door and let her out.”
“Okay.” I was too scared to disobey, not knowing what he might do to Natalie. “Come on, Greta,” I said as I opened the back door. She seemed hesitant, but I kept encouraging her until she went out.
Trevor closed the door before I had a chance to. “That’s better,” he said.
He let go of my arm and I spun toward him. The way he was acting was like the Trevor I’d run away from in Reno, and I was scared. I looked at Natalie, crying in his arms, and didn’t know what to do. My self-defense lessons had never involved a baby. “What do you want?”
“You’ve had your turn with Natalie since she was born. Now it’s my turn to have her.”
As the meaning of his words sunk in, a scream climbed my throat. I opened my mouth and took a breath, but before I could make a sound, Trevor swung his fist toward my head so swiftly that I didn’t have time to react. As his fist made contact, I thought my head would explode. Stars appeared before my eyes and I started blacking out. I felt myself falling in what seemed like slow motion. I could hear Greta barking frantically outside the back door, but it sounded muffled. Then everything went black as I fell to the floor, unconscious.
Chapter Forty-Four
When I woke up, my hands were tied behind my back, my ankles were bound together, and I was lying on the ground, my cheek pressed against the wood floor. I was still by the back door where I had fallen, but Greta had stopped barking. At first I was groggy and couldn’t remember exactly what had happened, but as the fog cleared from my mind, it all came back to me in stunning detail.
“Natalie,” I whispered. No more words came out of my mouth as the reality of what had happened pressed down upon me and seemed to crush my very soul. Heartbreaking sobs rose from the deepest part of me. All I could do was lay there as a puddle of tears formed on the floor under my cheek.
The grief overwhelmed me and I wanted to die. I couldn’t go on without my baby girl. She had become such an integral part of my life that I couldn’t see myself living without her. As I pictured her sweet face, my breasts ached as milk filled the ducts. It was time to feed her and my body knew it.
How will Trevor care for her? She’s never used a bottle before. Will she be able to? How will she react to the formula he’s sure to give her?
Anger pounded through my body as I pictured him knocking me down, tying me up, then running off with my baby.
He has no right. Is he doing it just to hurt me? I’ve seen him with her and he’s always been tender, but he’s never had to deal with her when she’s upset. Will he be able to take care of her properly?
I have to get her back.
With difficulty, I managed to get myself into a sitting position, then I scooted backward until my back was against the wall. I pushed against it and was able to stand. I hopped into the kitchen and turned my back to one of the drawers. Using my bound hands, I pulled the drawer open and carefully felt around until I found a pair of scissors.
Though my wrists were tied, I could move my hands and I was able to open the scissors. I set the scissor handle over the front of the drawer, causing the sharp part of the open scissors to point upward, then pushed the drawer closed, which held the scissors in place.
I positioned the rope against the sharp edge of the scissors and carefully, carefully, rubbed the rope against the sharp edge. Time seemed to stop as I slowly sawed the rope against the scissors. Finally it felt like the ropes were loosening. Then one of the layers of rope broke.
Forcing myself to be patient, I took a deep breath and continued my task. Eventually the ropes loosened enough that I was able to get my hands free. Tears filled my eyes in relief. Blinking rapidly to clear my vision, I bent to my ankles and tried to untie the rope. My hands shook and I was having trouble getting the knot loose. Using the scissors, I cut at the rope until I was free.
I looked at the clock and realized it had been nearly an hour since Trevor had knocked me out and tied me up. My first instinct was to call the police, but then I remembered the money I’d hidden in the secret room and wondered if I could use it to lure Trevor back. I had no idea where he’d gone, but I did have his cell phone number.
I raced to my purse and pulled out my cell phone, then punched in his number. Not surprisingly, he didn’t answer. I listened for the beep and then left a voice message.
“Trevor, I know you have Natalie.” My voice shook and I took a deep breath to gain control. “You might be interested to know that I have something you might want. I found the SD card in your gym bag before I mailed it back to you and I dug up the money. I’ll make a trade with you. If you bring Natalie back, I’ll give you the two-hundred thousand dollars.”
I hung up, then went to the back door and let Greta in. She burst through the door, agitated. I was certain she could sense that something was very wrong.
“It will be okay,” I murmured as I knelt next to her and hugged her.
I paced as I waited for him to call back. After ten minutes I couldn’t take it anymore. I called Marcus’s cell phone, but he didn’t answer. “Marcus, please call me as soon as you get this.” My control was a tenuous thing and it seemed to rapidly slip away. My voice shook and I forced myself to speak slowly, otherwise Marcus would never understand what I was about to say. “Trevor took Natalie.”
I disconnected the call and walked into the living room, setting my cell phone on the coffee table, then looked out the window. It was almost dark outside but I stared out, hoping somehow that Trevor would decide to bring Natalie back.
After several minutes I knew my hopes were just a fantasy—he had no intention of bringing her back. I wasn’t even sure if the money would lure him here. As the last bit of hope seeped out of my heart, I collapsed on the couch.
The image of Natalie in Trevor’s arms, crying and hungry, filled my mind.
Will he know what to do to care for her? W
hat if he gets upset and hurts her?
As I imagined the worse, panic engulfed me. Hysteria climbed my throat and uncontrollable sobs pushed their way out of my mouth.
A slave to my emotions, I lay on the couch as tears and snot ran down my face. But I didn’t care. All I could think about was my baby and how I might never see her again. That thought threw me into fresh hysterics and I felt myself falling into an abyss. I was sinking, sinking. I welcomed the black wave that was slowly drowning me. I didn’t want to live if I couldn’t have my baby with me.
My cell phone rang.
The sound slowly pulled me above the wave. It felt like a life preserver. I snatched the cell phone off of the coffee table.
“Hello?” My voice cracked.
“Lily?” It was Trevor.
Hopes soaring, I sat up straighter. I heard Natalie crying in the background which made me dissolve into fresh tears. “Please, Trevor. Please bring her back.”
“Lily, you know I can’t do that. You and I both know I’ve crossed a line and if you get her back you’ll run again. I can’t let you take my baby away from me.”
“Trevor, I’m begging you,” I said as I sobbed. “I’ll do anything. I’ll stay married to you if that’s what you want. Just bring her back.”
“Your lies won’t fool me. I know you’ll say anything at this point to get her back. I know it’s over between us. I gave you so many chances to come back to me and you turned down each and every one. You know, Lily, it’s funny. Amanda found out she can’t have children, but she said she’s always wanted to be a mother. I promised her that if it didn’t work out between you and me that I’d get her a baby.” His voice softened. “My baby.”
“No!” I screamed. This is just a nightmare. I’ll wake up and Natalie will be in her crib. Frantically, I pinched my arm over and over, trying to wake up. When nothing changed, the pace of my breathing accelerated until I began to hyperventilate, and a moment later I began blacking out. Knowing I needed to stay conscious and not lose the connection with Trevor, I took a deep breath, allowing precious oxygen to return to my brain.
“You know, Lily, you were my first choice. I had to be sure it was really over before I decided on Amanda. But you made it perfectly clear that you don’t want me. It’s too bad, really. We could have made lots of beautiful babies together.”
Desperate for a way to get Natalie back before Trevor disappeared with her, my mind raced. “Trevor,” I said before he could hang up. “Did you get my message? About the money?”
“Yes, but you know I can’t believe you.”
“I have it! I have it!” I screamed, frantic for him to believe me. “I don’t even want it! I was waiting to give it back to you!”
He laughed. “Lily, take a breath.”
Tears ran down my face as I sobbed. “It’s in a metal box. I had to use bolt cutters to open it. I put the rocks back after I dug it up.”
Trevor was silent, and for a moment and I thought he’d disconnected the call. Then I heard Natalie fussing in the background.
“How did you know where to find it?” he asked.
He’s starting to believe me! “On the SD card. There was a file. It had the GPS coordinates. I used the coordinates to find it. I had to walk around before I found the pile of rocks.”
“You little . . .,” Trevor said. “Okay, so you have it. Now what?”
He believes me! He believes me!
The sliver of hope threatened to overwhelm me, bringing on a bout of dizziness. Trying to clear my head, I took another deep breath. “Come back to the house. I’ll give you the money. I don’t want it. I just want Natalie.”
“No, I have a better idea. We’ll meet somewhere and make the exchange.”
Ready to agree to anything, I nodded. “Okay. When and where?”
“Wow. I didn’t know you’d be so eager to see me.”
“When and where, Trevor? Just tell me and I’ll be there.”
“Fifteen minutes. The park at the south end of town.”
“Okay,” I said, but he’d already hung up.
Chapter Forty-Five
I put my phone in my purse and grabbed my keys, then flew up the stairs. Greta followed me as I ran into Natalie’s room. I tried not to look at Natalie’s empty crib as I opened the closet and moved the boxes out of the way. I opened the door to the hidden room and crawled inside.
With wild abandon, I tossed everything out of the box where I’d stashed the money until I reached the metal box. I lifted it out, and since I’d never gotten around to getting a new lock, I had to use two hands to carry it to keep the lid from opening and the money from spilling out.
I sprinted down the stairs, glanced at my purse on the table, but left it there since it would be difficult to grab it with my hands full, and ran out to my car. I was in too much of a hurry to even bother locking the front door. I knew Greta would keep it safe. It was pitch black outside, but the porch light threw enough illumination for me to see what I was doing. I popped open the trunk, set the metal box inside, then slammed the lid shut before climbing in the driver’s seat and turning on the engine.
I threw the car into reverse and spun around until I was facing back down the gravel drive. Spinning my wheels until my tires gained traction, I punched the gas pedal and raced down the drive, turning toward town once I reached the paved street.
Ten minutes later I pulled up to the park and stopped in the only place where there was some light, although it was dim. I didn’t see Trevor’s car anywhere. My gaze combed the area, searching for any sign of Trevor and Natalie, but I couldn’t see anything in the near-dark. At that moment I became aware that the front of my shirt was soaked. I wasn’t sure if it was from tears or leaking breast milk—most likely both.
Five minutes passed with no sign of Trevor, bringing on a fit of panic.
Is this a trick? Is he going to show up?
But I knew him well enough to know that he would want that money. As I watched the surrounding area, I saw a pair of headlights at the other end of the park. The car looked like it was pulling to a stop. The headlights turned off.
Frozen in my seat, I waited to see if Trevor and Natalie would appear from that direction. After several minutes a lone figure began walking toward me, a bag over his shoulder. There were a few lights in the area—just enough so that I could see it was Trevor. But he didn’t have Natalie with him.
Where is she?
I yanked my keys out of the ignition, then climbed out of the car and ran towards him. “Where is she?! Where is she?!”
“Calm down, Lily. She’s in my car.”
“You left her alone?”
“She’ll be fine. Now where’s the money?”
“Bring me Natalie first.”
“No. First I need to make sure you have the money.”
With my only desire to get my baby back, I decided to go along with his request. “It’s in my trunk.”
We walked back to my car.
As we entered the dimly lit area, Trevor stopped and looked at me. “Wow, Lily. You’re a mess.”
Ignoring him, I inserted my key into the trunk and raised the lid. I watched Trevor as he lifted the top on the metal box and touched the money inside.
“It’s all there,” I said. “I never spent any of it.”
He glanced at me. “Good for you. Now put the money in this bag.” He handed me his gym bag, the same one where I’d found the SD card. Now I was glad I had taken the money. Without it I wouldn’t have had any leverage to get Trevor to meet me and give Natalie back.
I took the bag from him and began transferring the money from the metal box to the gym bag. It didn’t take long to move it all over. I handed him the bag. “Okay. Now I want Natalie.”
He set the bag on the pavement and laughed. “Now I have the money and the baby.”
My heart dropped.
He never had any intention of giving Natalie back to me.
I glanced at the gym bag.
Why did h
e set it on the ground? Is he planning on attacking me?
On high alert, I ran through the self-defense moves in my head, then tried to be subtle as I got into a defensive stance.
Trevor grinned at me. “I’m sorry we couldn’t work it out, Lily. We had a good thing going for a while there. But like all good things, this must come to an end.”
He lunged for me, his arms outstretched. But I was ready for him. I put my hands up and deflected his attempt. Then he grabbed my wrists, but I twisted my arms towards his thumbs and broke loose. I glanced around, hopeful that someone would come by, but it was late and no one appeared.
In the moment I looked around, he took advantage of the distraction and wrapped his fingers around my neck. My right arm shot into the air and I abruptly twisted to the side, forcing his hands off my neck. My elbow was bent now and I thrust it at his face, hard. His head snapped back. I lifted my knee and rammed it into his groan. He collapsed to the ground. As he writhed on the grass I searched his pockets and found his keys, then pulled them out and sprinted toward his car.
As I approached, I could hear Natalie wailing. My hands shook as I tried to jam the key into the lock. Finally, I was able to unlock the door. As I slid into the driver’s seat, I glanced toward Trevor and saw him trying to get up. I shoved the key into the ignition and the engine came to life. Trevor was stumbling in my direction, but I threw the car into reverse and pulled out of the parking space.
I didn’t know where to go. I didn’t have any money on me and I had left my purse at home. I decided to drive there, get my purse and then drive away. As we headed home, Natalie settled down, the motion of the car rocking her to sleep. Ten minutes later I pulled up to my house.
Chapter Forty-Six
I pictured Trevor stumbling in my direction at the park and wondered what he would do next.
Will he try to take Natalie again?
I had no doubt that he would.
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